Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.